Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.